of lucid voice,
but has learned to hate the violent,
not clashing with the noble
or drawing out the end of any action.
Brief is the span, for men,
of opportunity. He knows it well;
like an attendant, not a drudge, he follows it.
They say this is the sharpest pain:
to recognize the good
but stand outside it by compulsion.
Truly, that man is even now,
like Atlas, wresting with the sky
apart from fatherland apart from property.
But Zeus eternal freed the Titans;
in passing time,
as winds subside, comes change
of sails. But he prays,
when he's exhausted this accursed affliction,
to see his home one day,
and by the fountain of Apollo,
joining the symposia,
to throw his heart into the joys of youth,
and clasping the richly ornate lyre
among his songwise citizens, to grasp peace,
working harm to none nor suffering it
from his countrymen;
and he could tell, Archesilaus,
what fountain of ambrosial verse he found
when recently a guest at Thebes.